In February, I sat on the couch opposite of my boyfriend and muttered something vaguely resembling “This just doesn’t feel right. You know what I mean? I don’t know. You know?”
In the days that followed, through simultaneous feelings of regret and relief, I asked myself whether I had made the right move — would I ever find someone I feel even remotely as comfortable with as I felt with him? Would I ever feel okay seeing him with someone else? Would I ever be able to set up a nymphing rig without him?